Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.

Personal hatred and family affection are not incompatible; they often flourish and grow strong together.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.

Success is never so interesting as struggle

I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered –about her teeth for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things she had lost, *but whose inner glow has faded*. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.

Wherever humanity has made that hardest of all starts and lifted itself out of mere brutality is a sacred spot.